Zhang Yang was utterly helpless. The pressure had already been mountainous; now Mount Tai itself was bearing down on him.
Save the Demon Gods, his ass. Whoever he rescued might well turn out to be a filthy traitor, lurking in the Native Universe only to turn against them at a critical moment. Better not to rescue them at all.
Pangu looked at the dejected Zhang Yang and said, "Now you understand why so many Demon Gods refused to come to their rescue, don't you?"
"Even we brothers don't know which Demon Gods are truly being suppressed and which have already defected to the enemy. We simply can't count on the captured Demon Gods."
Zhang Yang looked at Pangu and muttered inwardly, Surely big brother Pangu wouldn't...
"Heh, no need to suspect me. Actually, the situation isn't as bad as you think. Some of the captured Demon Gods signed a cosmic contract. Even after being captured, they cannot act against the Laniakea Universe."
"But then again, if they have a change of heart, they can still defect to the enemy and wait for the Native Universe to be destroyed. Once that happens, the contract will become void, and they can join the enemy's universe."
Something suddenly occurred to Zhang Yang, and he asked bluntly, "Then what if the Demon Gods we have now suddenly defect when war breaks out again?"
"Heh, after the war of the Three Thousand Gods and Devils, the Native Universe had 1,730 Demon Gods left. That fellow Yang Mei probably told you there were a thousand left, right?"
"That's not wrong, either. Those thousand Demon Gods joined with the Universal Consciousness to sign a cosmic contract, swearing great dao oaths never to betray the Native Universe and so forth. Finally, together with the Universal Consciousness, they established